Thursday, December 22, 2011

On the first day of Christmas my children gave to me a wish list of worrying length.

On the second day of Christmas my children gave to me two loads of laundry and a wish list of worrying length.

On the third day of Christmas my children gave to me three stinky lunch packs, two loads of laundry and a wish list of worrying length.

On the fourth day of Christmas my children gave to me four meals half eaten, three stinky lunch packs, two loads of laundry and a wish list of worrying length.

On the fifth day of Christmas my children gave to me five golden moments, four meals half eaten, three stinky lunch packs, two loads of laundry and a wish list of worrying length.

On the sixth day of Christmas my children gave to me six requests for candy, five golden moments, four meals half eaten, three stinky lunch packs, two loads of laundry and a wish list of worrying length.

On the seventh day of Christmas my children gave to me seven hugs and kisses, six requests for candy, five golden moments, four meals half eaten, three stinky lunch packs, two loads of laundry and a wish list of worrying length.

On the eighth day of Christmas my children gave to me eight total meltdowns, seven hugs and kisses, six requests for candy, five golden moments, four meals half eaten, three stinky lunch packs, two loads of laundry and a wish list of worrying length.

On the ninth day of Christmas my children gave to me nine different headaches, eight total meltdowns, seven hugs and kisses, six requests for candy, five golden moments, four meals half eaten, three stinky lunch packs, two loads of laundry and a wish list of worrying length.

On the tenth day of Christmas my children gave to me ten sugar cookies, nine different headaches, eight total meltdowns, seven hugs and kisses, six requests for candy, five golden moments, four meals half eaten, three stinky lunch packs, two loads of laundry and a wish list of worrying length.

On the eleventh day of Christmas my children gave to me, eleven reasons to sell them, ten sugar cookies, nine different headaches, eight total meltdowns, seven hugs and kisses, six requests for candy, five golden moments, four meals half eaten, three stinky lunch packs, two loads of laundry and a wish list of worrying length.

On the twelfth day of Christmas my children gave to me, twelve homemade presents, eleven reasons to sell them, ten sugar cookies, nine different headaches, eight total meltdowns, seven hugs and kisses, six requests for candy, five - golden -moments (bah rum pum pum!) four meals half eaten, three stinky lunch packs, two loads of laundry and a wish list of worrying length.

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It's two things.Firstly, it's my book. Written because I couldn't find the book I wanted when I became a parent. I wanted brutal honesty. I wanted a community that I could go to when my baby was napping. I wanted humor.Secondly, it's all those things people tell you parenting will and/or should be:Easy - not true. The best thing you'll ever do - true but with hundreds of caveats. It comes naturally - just completely false. Rewarding, fulfilling, fun - yes, but what about underpaid, under appreciated and exhausting.I'm just saying - let's balance the scale. Let's not be afraid to tell all sides of the story.Let's support each other and TRY not to judge, criticize or mock.Let's let parents tell their stories, experiences, successes and failures but not set them as a benchmark.Let's have a laugh (and a cry if we need to) while we do it.Also, let's get me published. Anyone?

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I'm a mom. I used to be a woman, gainfully employed with a post graduate degree. I used to travel, exercise regularly, go out Thursday, Friday AND Saturday nights and sleep most of Sunday. Now - I'm a mom. Before I became one, I would have said that it's insulting to trade all my other name tags for just this one. Now I know it's a VERY hard earned name tag. To wear it takes all of my intelligence, humor and skills and it encompasses everything that I am, was and hope to be.
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